These guys were still drunk and seemed to have exchanged all their remaining money for alcohol.
Hildelife sighed and asked the store owner for a basin of cold water, which woke up all these men.
The pirates supported each other and stumbled towards the port.
Hildelife suddenly had a bad feeling because there seemed to be few pedestrians on the street.
She quickly told Old Wilder, who was still a little drunk, and asked her men to speed up and head to the dock.
Upon arriving at the port, the pirates were stopped by a group of city guards.
Before they had time to draw their weapons, these hungover and limp pirates were all stripped of their weapons by the guards, forced to their knees, with crossed swords pressed against their necks from behind.
Sidrifa slashed two guards, but when she was outnumbered, she was hit hard in the stomach by a third guard, and she quickly squatted down.
Several guards wanted to follow the same example and put their swords on her neck. At this time, a voice came from behind:
"No need to be so rough. Even if she is a pirate, she is just a woman."
Hidliba looked at the blond young man standing aside from the crowd, and something seemed to cool down in her heart:
"Laertes..."
"Hydrifa." Laertes looked at her indifferently, "You are indeed a pirate."
"There is no enmity between us." Sidley suppressed the anger in her heart and tried to negotiate with her, "Killing us here will do you no good."
"Oh?" Laertes showed a playful smile, "Indeed, I did not come here to kill you."
"I'm doing it for you." He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Me?" Hidrifa was stunned and speechless, but the subdued pirates next to her immediately roared:
"Go away! Don't even think about touching a hair of my daughter..."
The pirate who spoke out was quickly beaten mercilessly in the face with the hilt of the guard's sword, knocking out his teeth and leaving a mouthful of blood.
Laertes watched all this leisurely and said with some pity:
"Hidrifa, why are you always so stubborn? If you were willing to follow me and convert to God, these things today would not have happened."
"Shut up! Vikings have never been superstitious about gods..." Another pirate cursed, but before he finished speaking, a guard pulled out a dagger and stabbed him in the mouth. After just a stir, he let him
Lost the ability to speak forever.
"So your target is not us." Hidrifa took a deep breath, "Your target is me."
"My target is you." Laertes frowned slightly, "Yes, otherwise? Why do you think I, as a noble, would spend time on a commoner girl?"
"The lost lambs need shepherds to guide them to the right path. The humble commoners also need the noble blood injected by the nobles in order to regain their lives." He opened his hands and said in a tone like an aria, "Hidliba, you
He has a sinful past, but that doesn't matter."
"As long as you are willing to convert to my Lord, I can give you an identity and let you return to the path you should take."
"What identity?" Hidrifa asked coldly, "As your mistress?"
"This is a gift for you." Laertes raised his chin proudly, "It is better to be a noble woman than to continue to wander on the sea."
In an instant, the words that Old Wilder once said appeared in Sidliefa's mind like lightning.
"...People are not born equal..."
"...It's easy for him to take away what you cherish..."
Sidrifa trembled all over, and a certain helpless emotion filled her body again, as if she had returned to the village where she was killed.
That was her nightmare for countless nights: soldiers hacked her mother to death in front of her, and no matter how hard she smashed her young body, she couldn't break the opponent's hard helmet.
Now, she felt her weakness and powerlessness again.
"If..." Hidrifa said with difficulty, "I go with you...will you let them go?"
"Of course." Laertes smiled, showing the satisfaction of winning.
"Don't believe him." Old Wilder, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "As long as you leave with him, we will be killed immediately where you can't see it."
"Shut up!" the guard behind him yelled roughly and tried to hit him on the cheek with his fist. However, old Wilder stood up like a bull, struggled and yelled at Sidrifa:
"Hidliba! A true Viking will never..."
Two long swords pierced his chest from behind. He angrily broke away from the rope that bound his hands and grabbed the battle ax at the guard's waist.
Then he was pushed to the ground by the guards... and died.
Sidrifa looked at Old Wilder's body in despair, her eyes were a little red, and tears burst from the corners of her eyes.
"Stop crying!" the first mate yelled, cursing.
Because Old Wilder had learned from the past that he resisted, the guard behind him quickly pressed his sword hard on his shoulder, scraping a bloody mark on his neck.
However, the first mate still showed no pain, and just sternly said to Sidrifa: "I have told you before: it is better to bleed than to shed tears! What do you have to cry for... Are you looking down on us?"
!How could a real father ask his daughter to sacrifice himself just to survive?!"
He shouted so furiously that he twisted his neck towards the sword beside him and cut his carotid artery.
"No!" Hidrifa shouted with all her strength. She tried to throw herself forward, but the guard behind her grabbed her beautiful long golden hair, so she could only cry under the severe pain from her scalp.
He looked across at the first mate lying in a pool of blood, gradually losing signs of life.
The other two guards rushed forward and locked her arms from behind, one on the left and the other on the right. Sidrifa did not struggle and lowered her head numbly, while the pirates burst out laughing.
"The first mate has done this, are we just cowards?"
"Come on, let's go! Valhalla is waiting for us!"
"Whoever dies the last will be punished with a barrel of the strongest wine at the entrance of the Hall of Valor!"
These pirates laughed wildly and unruly, bumped their necks against the sword blades next to them, and killed each one one by one.
Laertes looked at all this in horror, only to realize that the situation seemed to be beyond his control.
When he hurriedly ordered the guards to push the pirates to the ground, there were only six or seven pirates left on the scene who had not committed suicide. It was not that they acted late, but that they had not yet mustered up the courage to commit suicide. Some looked hesitant.
Some looked at her with pleading eyes, and some cast their pleading eyes on Hidliefa.
Even if they just begged with their eyes, no one could say the words "Let Sidliefa die for me" after all.